Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 505: Little Kid, You Can’t Just Acknowledge Anyone as Mom!

Chapter 505: Chapter 505: Little Kid, You Can’t Just Acknowledge Anyone as Mom!

Qiu Jun sat in the car, gazing at the passing flowers, a faint, mocking smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Young Master Qiu, we’ve arrived," Wu Qing said, glancing sideways at Qiu Jun, who seemed lost in thought as he looked out the car window.

Qiu Jun hummed coldly, got out of the car, and walked in a certain direction toward the castle.

A woman in a red dress, her long black hair simply tied back with a band, a slight smile gracing her lips. She exuded nobility and elegance—the princess of this castle.

At the moment, she was standing in the flower garden, watering the flowers with a can.

Seeing Qiu Jun, she happily put down the watering can and waved, "Qiuqiu!"

The corners of Qiu Jun’s lips curved into a subtle, almost imperceptible smile. Every time he saw her, he felt he could shed his burdens and fatigue.

She picked up her skirt and ran over, her face as breathtaking as a collapsing nation, filled with anticipation, her hands cupped, "Did you come to see me? What gift have you brought me this time?"

Qiu Jun pulled a packet of seeds from his pocket.

"These are Ghost Orchid seeds, extremely demanding of their growing environment, and quite difficult to cultivate; just this handful of seeds—once dead, they’re gone."

The girl cradled the packet of seeds in her hands, her eyes shining like the sun, her smile radiant, "Mhm, I definitely won’t let them die. You must come to see them when they bloom."

"Of course," Qiu Jun chuckled lightly, watching the girl hop away.

Wu Qing watched her retreating figure, eyes deep and complex, a profoundly hidden envy within them.

A butler with yellow skin approached with a respectful tone, "Young Master Qiu, the master is waiting for you."

The smile in Qiu Jun’s eyes gradually faded, replaced by a chilling coldness.

The three of them entered the castle, where a middle-aged man dressed in traditional attire sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, his aura cold and profound, the air around him thick with a suffocating pressure.

Wu Qing felt stiff and awe-struck every time she saw him.

She glanced worriedly at Qiu Jun and followed.

"Here you are, sit down."

Qiu Jun took a deep breath, stepped forward, and sat down at his side.

He Yao slowly opened his eyes, which were as cold and sharp as a blade’s edge, his presence overpowering.

"Father," Qiu Jun said reverently.

"Speak your business," He Yao set down the prayer beads that had been blessed by a famous master.

"Ke Qing was abducted last night; Xiao Chen found out about his situation. Now, the Weapon Association has been taken over by Xiao Chen’s confidantes," stated Qiu Jun.

The vast living room fell silent in an instant; Wu Qing could clearly feel an oppressive force filling the air, like a claw clutching her throat.

She clenched her fists, standing at the door, dreading that Qiu Jun might be punished the next moment.

Qiu Jun’s expression remained calm, sitting composedly on the sofa.

After a long moment, He Yao spoke slowly, "If he’s been disposed of, so be it. After all, the equipment we’ve shipped over these years should be sufficient."

"Did you see Yun Yue?" He Yao’s gaze, deep and probing, turned toward him.

Qiu Jun’s expression was unchanged, "Mhm, she’s now Xiao Chen’s fiancée."

He Yao took a delicate sip of tea, casting a dismissive glance, "Some things, you have to snatch for yourself no matter what, even if it means employing ruthless methods and enduring a tortuous process. Understand?"

"I understand," Qiu Jun clenched his fists, his jaw tight.

"That’s good to hear. Go on, then," said He Yao as he placed the teacup down and looked meaningfully at Qiu Jun before standing up to leave.

When He Yao left, Wu Qing quickly approached.

"Young Master Qiu, he didn’t blame you, did he?"

"No," Qiu Jun lowered his gaze slightly, then that cold and indifferent look slowly landed on Wu Qing’s face, "Wu Qing, what do you do if you deeply love someone, but that person is fond of someone else?"

Wu Qing was at a loss, her deep and enduring eyes fixed on him, fists clenched.

Young Master Qiu, you must know you’re deeply in love with Yun Yue, yet she is deeply in love with you.

Wu Qing only felt her heart growing immensely sour; perhaps from the moment he saved her, from the moment she became his subordinate, it was destined they could never possibly be.

"Of course, you would do everything in your power to keep that person by your side, even if it means being hated by her!"

Anything he liked, she would fight with all her might to bring to him.

Even if she knew that person was Yun Yue!

As long as I can watch him be happy, being by his side is enough.

Qiu Jun smirked mockingly, "She already hates me enough, what’s a little more hate going to do?"

His piercing eyes were filled with a resolve to win at all costs!

**

After questioning Ke Qing, the four of them got back in the car and returned to Beijing. Xiao Bai and Cang Leng went to carry out the tasks Yun Yue had assigned them, while the two women headed to the city hospital.

Lin Xiang had already regained consciousness, her spirit scattered and seemingly unable to recognize anyone.

Yun Yue and Mo Fan approached the door only to hear Lin Xiang’s frantic voice, startling both of them.

"Son? I don’t have a son! Little boy, you can’t just randomly call someone ’Mom’! Auntie only has one daughter, and her name is Yueyue!"

"Mom! Yun Yue is not your daughter! I am your real son!" Lin Xuanze thundered.

He was absolutely livid!

Lin Xiang immediately reacted as if someone had stepped on her tail, leaping up and pummeling Lin Xuanze with a pillow, "Yueyue is my daughter! She is! Dare to say she’s not again, and see if I don’t beat you to death!"

Yun Zhonghai, Lin Xuanze, and Sister Li quickly intervened, trying to calm her down.

Lin Xuanze: "??!!"

He was severely shocked, both emotionally and physically!

Who the hell could tell him what was going on?!

Why did his mother wake up and not recognize her own son, mistaking someone else as her child instead?

Aaargh!

"I’m not through with you, Yun Yue! Wuu wuu wuu!"

Give me my mom back!

Lin Xuanze roared furiously.

"Ouch, Madam, what are you doing? Young Master Xuanze is your son..." Sister Li hurriedly tried to intervene.

Lin Xiang, having chased Lin Xuanze too far to hit him, petulantly huffed and tossed the pillow onto the floor, "Sister Li, have you gone senile too? When did I ever have such a big son? I only have one daughter, and her name is Yueyue!"

Lin Xuanze: "??!!"

She recognizes Sister Li but not her own son?!

Liu Lanfang: "..."

Yun Zhonghai: "..."

Sister Li: "..."

Yun Yue: "..."

Mo Fan: "..."

"Mom, where’s Yueyue?" Lin Xiang turned to Liu Lanfang.

"?!!"

Everyone looked at her as if they’d seen a ghost!

She remembered her at least!

Liu Lanfang stared back at her with a complicated expression, "Uh... Yueyue should be here soon."

"Right, right, right, Yueyue will be here soon, Xiang, you eat your food first," Yun Zhonghai quickly brought over the meal.

She hadn’t eaten for several days, surviving solely on glucose.

Lin Xiang glanced disdainfully, "Who are you, Uncle, trying to fool kids? Do you think I’d believe you?"

"Phew! Hahahaha! I’m dying of laughter! Turns out I’m not the only one who’s been forgotten!" Lin Xuanze burst into uncontrollable laughter.

The fog in his heart cleared up a bit, offering some consolation.

Yun Zhonghai’s face turned an ugly shade of green.

It was bad enough being unrecognized, but how did he end up being called Uncle?!

Was he really that old?!